Do You Ever Feel Like Your Mind Is Running on Someone Else’s Code?

Have you ever felt like your habits, memories, or even ideas aren’t fully your own?
Sometimes, it feels like you’re running a mental fork of someone else’s repository. Déjà vu, strange preferences, echoes from experiences you can’t quite place. I stumbled on an essay that explores this: how identity and memory might be a series of edits, rather than a static version.

If you’re interested in the crossover between tech, memory, and the ways we version control our own lives, you’ll probably find this perspective worth a read.

What do you think? Are we really the authors of our own operating systems, or are we just editing what came before? Has anyone else experienced these codebase glitches in their life?